hey mikey — how ya doing tonight? sounds like the typical summer in sf :) i used to love to fall asleep to the sound of the foghorns in the summers back when i was living in the richmond district in the early 70′s. i associate foghorns with summer for that very reason

Didja ever discover East Brother Light Station Bed & Breakfast? I just found it out on a recent Bay cruise, and it’s like half a San Francisco block plopped down from New England, a tiny island with a white picket fence. Who knew?

You’re a ex-Navy guy, right? I was on the Jeremiah O’Brien and we spent a day touring the ‘Ghost Fleet.’ Amazing. I saw the USS Iowa, which is with the mothball fleet up there (most ships headed for scrap in Texas). Geez, I’m no war-monger, but it’s a capital ship that’d be fun to see at the Wharf as an attraction. The sentiments here seem to run the other way, so there is confliction.

*heh* Sorry, sf, I was Army, not Navy…! They have the Mighty Mo docked by the Arizona Memorial and turned it into a museum…! It’s pretty cool to have the two bookends of WWII together, the sinking of the Arizona, being one, and the Missouri being the ship the Tojo signed the Surrender on…!

That’s great. It’s funny because I actually really love good cheese. I’ll have to remember it for one of those days I can actually splurge on some good eats. I only had the privilege of eating at Manka’s because my friend knew the owners and asked me to go along.

i would hope so what with it being the only thing on the island… i imagine myself lounging on the front lawn watching the ships go back and forth on the bay while hearing the waves lap against the rocks… as the sun slowly sets behind the golden gate

When dub’ya was the President, I was as certain as I could be that no matter who succeeded him, they would not repel me from the television when he or she was speaking, would not dissuade me from close analysis of the policy positions the administration put out, and would at least not have stupefying weakness at the core of his or her being.

Sorry I didn’t get back. Loved the Harry James, but that song belongs to Booker T. and the Two Jewish kids from DEEtroit.
I laugh my ass off when I tell people Motowm and Stax/Volt were Booker T., Steve Cropper, and first Larry Steinberg, then “Duck” Dunn. Sometimes my black friends are more shocked than the white ones. I tell them, “music has no color, just shades of blue.”
I was told that by Albert King, a pretty good blues guitarist